Today I welcome Sabrina York to talk about her latest release Lust Eternal.
Ever since I was young, I was fascinated by tales of dark djinns, magic mirrors and enchanted lamps. Is it any wonder I wrote Lust Eternal? Any wonder I love this story the way I do?
Of all my stories, this one resonates the deepest for me. Filled with magic and sexual adventure, this fantasy is about a wounded hero who has lost all hope. And a love, a woman, the one bright soul who shows him that even when all is lost…all is never truly lost.
If you love fantasies set in magical realms, stories steeped in romance and redemption—and the thought of being trapped in a magic lamp with a hunky hero tickles your fancy, check out Lust Eternal.
For thousands of years, Keeshan has waited. A curse put him in the lamp, damning him to an eternity of pleasing the women who find it. Each time, the women enter the lamp, ensnared in a web of lust and love. And each time, just as he grows to care, the women leave.
But Aimalee is different somehow. With her, Keeshan’s desire knows no bounds—he needs to be with her, inside her, every second she’s there, like an addict who just can’t get enough. Eventually she’ll leave just like the others but until then, Keeshan plans to indulge her every sinful urge. And maybe, just maybe, she’s the key to breaking the curse.
Inside Scoop: This paranormal romance features a plus-size heroine and a hero who worships her curves.
A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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- An Excerpt From: LUST ETERNAL
- Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013
- All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Aimalee picked up a clipboard and pretended to scan the sheet on top. “I have to get back to work. Did you want anything else?”
“There was one other thing. Carter asked if you could, you know, not come tonight.”
“Not come tonight?” Aimalee whirled around and gaped at Sorcha. She’d been working on this display for months, utterly devoted to this project for years. She’d been so looking forward to showing off her work, presenting her findings. She’d even bought a new dress for heaven’s sake.
That happened, maybe, once a decade or so.
“It’s going to be quite a crush. All the big benefactors will be there. And you are…” Sorcha made a scornful little flourish with slender fingers. Her expression said it all—mousy. Aimalee knew it to be true. She knew what she was. But having Sorcha point it out rankled.
“This is my display.”
“Sure. Do what you need to set it up but then make yourself scarce. Be out of there by seven. ’Kay?” Sorcha pinned on a dazzling smile. “I told him you’d understand.”
With that she spun on her Jimmy Choos and waltzed from the room, elegantly swinging between boxes and crates and piles of books, leaving Aimalee sitting at her worktable, reeling with shock and repressed rage.
Make yourself scarce.
The mandate of her entire existence.
The fuck she wasn’t coming tonight. She’d worked far too long, far too hard on her dissertation, on this presentation, to simply fade into the background now when it was all coming to fruition. This was her baby. Oh, she’d be there. Come hell or high water.
Without thinking, without redonning her protective gloves—a monumental no-no in the museum world—Aimalee picked up the lamp and a cleaning cloth and began to polish her treasure. A deep sense of satisfaction and pleasure spiked through her, assuaging her annoyance.
Okay, so her love life was more than a little disappointing and frustrating. And yes, her professional prospects were limited but at least she loved her work. Really loved her work…
She renewed her invigorated scrubbing on that one smudge that just wouldn’t wipe away.
Imagine the gall. Asking her to miss the night of her life so Sorcha could stand in the limelight at Carter’s side and reap the rewards.
Aimalee rubbed harder and faster, fury rising like a chained beast in her belly. A red tide descended, blurring her vision. Everything beyond the lamp faded. The world beyond her passion, her work, dissolved.
She’d had enough of this.
Enough hiding her relationship.
Enough elicit, hurried trysts.
Her movements slowed as a strange sensation crawled down her spine from her neck to her solar plexus. It pooled in her womb. Her fingers and toes began to tingle. Throb. Prickles of excitement and anticipation skittered over her skin. Her body warmed, softened, dampened.
Her hand flew to her nape where gentle tendrils caressed her—like a lover’s whisper. The tingling increased and contracted and wafted inward to settle just below her pounding heart. Her essence condensed, coalesced, as light as smoke, wafting and roiling. A strange sense of unreality, of disengagement, overcame her. She closed her eyes and the dizzy sensation increased. She tried to open them again but couldn’t. She twisted, curled, floated in the ether. A great whooshing sensation rocked her consciousness, sucking her into a smaller and smaller space. A dark place.
And then an eerie silence, a supreme stillness, descended.
* * * * *
Slowly, she came to herself. She glanced around in a befuddled daze and stilled. She was no longer in her familiar workroom but in a lavish boudoir, a seraglio swathed in gauzy, flowing drapes. Glowing braziers wreathed in aromatic smoke lit the room with a dim, somnambulant light. The velvet cushions she reclined upon teased her sensitive skin. With a start, she realized she was utterly naked. A shiver coursed through her. What on earth had happened? Where was she?
But before she could work it out, a billow of iridescent fog roiled before her. Aimalee stared, transfixed as the cloud slowly coalesced into human form. A man.
A very large man.
She tipped back her head and their gazes met, clashed. His eyes glowed with a scorching fervor. A bolt of electricity shot through her.
His features were stark, a savage beauty etched with a desperate hunger—high, striking cheekbones and wide, sensuous lips. Dark hair curled gently about his face and neck. A sudden desire to comb those silky skeins skittered through her.
Aimalee swallowed heavily. Her avaricious attention trailed down across brown shoulders and powerful arms. His chest was bare and broad and ridged. It rippled at the mere touch of her gaze.
He stood, legs slightly apart, bunching thighs taut as though he were about to spring forward but was holding himself back with great effort. Strength, power and passion rolled off him in waves.
But for metal cuffs about his wrists and neck, he was naked.
Oh. And he was aroused. Magnificently and tremendously aroused.
The sight of his jutting, throbbing member made her heart clench. A strange heat pooled in her womb when she noticed the pearlescent drop glistening at the tip of his cock.
He was, in a word, ready.
Then again, so was she.
And then he spoke—a deep, mellifluous voice that resonated straight through to her soul.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Aimalee,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you a very long time.”
What people are saying about Lust Eternal:
“Lust Eternal has everything an erotic romance should have – sexy male, detailed steamy sex scenes and a sweet romance that gives the book heart.”—The Jeep Diva
“Engaging, vivid, sweet, and sexy!”—The Book Chick
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion.
An award winning author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers, her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
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Books by Sabrina York
- Adam’s Obsession (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
- Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon
- Brigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon
- Dark Fancy (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)
- Dragonfly Kisses: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)
- Extreme Couponing (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
- Fierce (One Night Stand, Decadence Press)
- Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)
- Folly (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)
- Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave)
- Pushing Her Buttons (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
- Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon
- Man Hungry (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
- Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)
- Rebound is now available on Smashwords
- Rising Green (Erotic Horror, Ellora’s Cave)
- Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin’ Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)
- Smoking Holt: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)
- Training Tess (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
- Trickery (Erotic Contemporary with Magical Elements, Ellora’s Cave Hex Line)
- Tristan’s Temptation (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)